"paff" poems
ALACZOO
ALACAZAR
Make me handsomer
PIFF,
PAFF,
PUFF,
There is no way..
Even magic can make that face good,
I'll snap you in two, ill make you kindle wood.
You would do that, I'm where the magic is.
You think your better I'm the Mage,
A stick you are just enchanted wood.
We can do many thinks you and I
But your stubborn,
And my stutter,
Lets never reveal what happened
What happened when I tried that spell,
And we created lawyers.
Now there everywhere about,
ALACPING
ALACBOO
This is the end of this poem
Thanks for reading it all of you
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
oh yeah, there's enough Bolognese sauce to go round... round and round the Bolognese sauce goes round, while we milk the cow for the Béchamel sauce! raw eggs the sushi apéritif; eh, Bologna! tiff piff paff bara boom, Arab dead naked in the sand as described by Camus... so forget the mama mia... eh?
the world's too big for us
to encompass a global individual;
not even a bottle of whiskey will aid
the idea... and a Dubai Lamborghini
will not craft an Indiana Jones adventure
either, a global individual is a
mistaken litmus test... a failing...
listen to the peepsqueak pokémons,
i'm not even in possession of ropes
for a stalker motive...
globalisation gave us the distancing safety...
god help us with the internet auto-suggestive
of its narcissistic ownership by rich youth...
**** them to hell and their monopolization of things,
have they even registered the notion
that adverts can be bypassed via pause and forward
and the mute buttons? or did they just spend their
father's inheritance on bling-bling to show off?
here's the mansion... and here's the Hilton gutter...
welcome to Paris, ******
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
the penters brutal militia
now marches
scopic
through a portal truncated
pass...
In unailing sleep
i taunt the spheres
and demand the negatives
scream out elements
strike runted ire
at the worlds great forgeries
dream #1
an ancient cottage is clouted to the ground
paff !
borned
a charred magician trick
rapid sporing
inflating to a build
then pressure cooked
packed with smoke
compounded by fire
in a quenched **** of energy
a construction
beams and rocks
a hearth is hearted
a mantle mounted
feasted together
and clenched in a furious shrine
i emaciate in the quiet storm of collected electric
i must test this unruin
i put an assertive foot over the threshold and...
i am pulled to the lovers
an attention away from here
downed on the bedroom floor
ridiculous pillow strapped to my ridiculous head
i stand
stammer frustrations
and running on an internal gut of turbulence
i slam home back through bed
dream #2
my burnt match form
all fours on a beach
my spiny digits plugged under the baking sand
straining the salt and murky charity
darkening the sand with impurities
and forgiving the sea
a pure revealing clarity
the formal sun
now casts without interruption
(just a little refractive kink)
water cleared
blinding the blind of the ocean floor
all Eves and Adams startled by
their **** branded world
shamed traffic
of disorientated prehistoric sealife
batting about in the garish aftermath
i resolve to the lovers
face down
******* huffs against the mattress
i flip over and zip back in
hands clamped
dream #3
simple streets and the bedside knife
i greet and greet
the first is a nop
the second a lancing wound
the wound takes a lacing
a bled string
and they are gratefully hauled
with grace to the sky
as though plucked by weather balloon
i am busy
in distribution of the lovers
dishonestly forecast to a haven in grave
i'll wake
work satifified
but both revved and worn
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 12:40 AM UTC